Mr. Joe Rick of Roseland passed away last night. His granddaughter told me, “At least he got saved”! Arrangements are incomplete at this time.
“At the name of Jesus every knee should bow…” (Philippians 2:10).
Mike Benson, Editor
DURING THE GREAT Depression a good man lost his job, exhausted his savings, and forfeited his home…
His grief was multiplied by the sudden death of his precious wife. The only thing he had left was his faith, and it was weakening. One day he was combing the neighborhood looking for work. He stopped to watch some men who were doing the stonework on a church building. One of those men was skillfully chiseling a triangular piece of rock. Not seeing a spot where it would fit, he asked, “Where are you going to put that?” The man pointed toward the top of the building and said. “See that little opening up there near the spire? That’s where it goes. I’m shaping it down here so it will fit up there. Tears filled this good man’s eyes as he walked away. “Shaping it down here so it will fit up there” gave new meaning in his difficult situation.
Some of you who are reading this are going through terribly troublesome times. You are experiencing some heart-breaking sorrow. Or perhaps you are enduring some painful physical illness. Or it is something else — something too excruciating to talk to anyone about. The blows of the hammer and chisel hurt, don’t they? Hold on to your faith. Don’t let your difficulties get you down. They are only temporary. Glory is coming. It’s the harsh blows to the outward man that often bring the greatest strength to the inner man. Keep praying. Keep believing. The Master has to do some shaping of us down here so we will fit up there (Glad Tidings of Good Things).
“For our light affliction,
which is but for a moment,
is working for us a far more exceeding
and eternal weight of glory”
2 Cor. 4:17; cf. Rom. 8:28
When you are going through a trial in your life – and you will again and again – look to God. Keep your faith! God is there to help you though the good days and the not-so-good days!
Larry Miller’s sister, Beverly, passed away. The funeral will be near her home with burial here.
- Camp Living Waters, Loranger
- March 3 @ 6 P.M.
- Dr. Waylon Bailey, Speaker
- Good food & music
- Cost: Love offering
- See Bro. Joey is you would like to attend.
Please pray for those going to the Student Life Tour in Hattisburg, February 29 – March1:
- Wendell Rhodus
- Job Hulkaby
- Paul Scott Schwartz
- Christian Sullivan
- Lauren Ard
- Ashley Wicker
- Haley Piner
- Jacob Daniels
- Jacob Moore
- Colton Splane
- Eli Allen
- Sarah Konzleman
- Gavin Gehringer
- Carey Darcey
- Kelsi Hayden
- Morgan Shockley
- Lily Edwards
- Laila Edwards
- Roy Turner
- Diane Turner
- Elisabeth Sanders
- Chinero Fowler
- Marty Simpson
- Bucky Erwin
Nursery Volunteers for Sunday, February 24th
- Gail Brister
- Sharon Martin
- Walter Dykes
- Kathy Dykes
Goal for Annie Armstrong Easter Offering – $13,000.00
Pray for the Hatchels as they deal with sickness in the week before they depart for home. Mason had a virus Sunday and Monday. Then, Madison got it. Now, Boyd has the flu. Boyd has a trip to Birmingham and Memphis Tuesday. Pray he will be strong enough by them to make the trip.
They are trying to accomplish all the goals they had set. For example, Mallory wanted to go to an art museum. Jennie will take her today. Thank God for all the little things they have been able to do while on Stateside assignment.
Leroy Stringfield wrote from Prattville, Alabama:
. . . . We’re okay. The tornado his our subdivision about a half mile behind our house. Much devastation! We had no telephone,computer or t.v. from Sunday until this morning. I found a brief message from Landrum on the phone messages. So I’ve already contacted him this morning. Sorry about your close tornado. I remember as a 5 year old child in Kentwood that a deadly tornado in Amite deposited a doctor’s body high into a tree–permanent impression! . . . –Leroy
Bro. Butch Reviere is now home and recovering from the infection. Pray for him. His appetite will be back soon. You can minister to him with cards, calls, and homecooked meals. Please continue to pray for him.
Pray for Mrs. Jeanette Rodus. She’s in North Oaks in Hammond still trying to recover from her recent fall. I know she would appreciate your prayers and other ministry actions.
Mr. Henry Harris is feeling better. He had a good visit with his doctor yesterday. Thank God for Christian friends who check on Mr. Henry and help get him to the doctor when he is unable to drive himself. Please continue to pray for Mr. Henry and “Miss” Emma.
Karen Miller’s brother, Aubrey Perry in Alabama, just received another report on is melanoma condition. It was not good. He will begin nine weeks of a new treatment. Please be in prayer for him and his family. Bro. Joey and Karen will be traveling today to visit with him. Pray for them as they travel.
IMB Worker Dies from Bus Mishap Injuries
Posted on Feb 20, 2008 | by Dea Davidson
BANGKOK, Thailand (BP)
Linda Lipscomb, an International Mission Board worker known for her ability to bridge cultural divides, died Feb. 14 in Bangkok, Thailand, from complications following a bus accident. She was 63.
The former nurse and her husband J.P. Lipscomb were spending their retirement years serving God overseas.
Four weeks before her death, in another part of Asia, Linda stood just inside the door of a bus, preparing to step off and walk to a coffee shop. Without warning, the brakes released and the bus rolled forward, throwing the 115-pound, 4-foot-11-inch woman to the ground. The fall broke her left femur and wrist.
Hours later in a clinic, the red-faced bus driver hunched over in his seat and squeezed his hands as he and a bus company representative waited to see her.
“He needs to lose his job,” the supervisor said to the Lipscombs. “How much money does he need to pay?”
“Nothing. We forgive you,” the Lipscombs said. “We forgive you because God forgave us. Please do not take his job away from him.”
In tears, the driver could not believe they did not want revenge. The police report noted: “Victim forgave bus driver.”
“You fall off a bus and witness to half the city,” J.P. teased his wife.
Linda was medically evacuated to Bangkok the day after the accident.
Her craving for coffee became a joke between her and her nurses. She would laughingly ask J.P. for his when he came into her room with a cup. As her condition worsened and she was placed on a ventilator to assist her breathing, she continued to request coffee. Dipping a finger into his cup, J.P. would place a drop in her mouth.
During the next four weeks complications set in and she took a turn for the worse.
“Linda knew she was dying,” J.P. said. “We never had any respect for death. Death is given too much respect. … The only way you can get to heaven is to die.”
Linda accepted Christ as her Savior at 13. Five years later, she met J.P. at a drive-in. Four weeks later, they were married.
God had called Linda to missions at 16, but she did not go overseas full time until decades later.
The Lipscombs were retirement age and members of James Memorial Baptist Church in Gadsden, Ala., when they responded to a call to serve overseas. They first did medical work in the Philippines, sharing food and water with people while telling them about Jesus.
Over four years, they saw more than 300 Filipinos accept Christ, 39 churches planted and more than 40 pastors trained. Yet that was not enough.
“Send us someplace nobody wants to go,” J.P. said.
A fellow overseas worker had been looking for a couple to take on the challenge of evangelizing an unreached city. The worker knew the search was over when he discovered the Lipscombs, with their straightforward evangelistic presentation and their gray hair — a symbol of age that commands respect in Asia.
“Guys, this is difficult,” the worker told them.
The Lipscombs responded enthusiastically over the prospect of being “in a hard place.”
Every weekday students poured into the Lipscomb home in their new city, crowding around their kitchen table as they studied English. J.P. always emphasized, “We teach from the Bible,” using it as a textbook to start discussions that often led to eternal decisions.
Friends remember Linda swinging her short legs over the back of a friend’s motorbike, heading down the road to eat at a street-side noodle shop or taking a trip to the countryside to visit a student’s family.
“We would get a text message from them: ‘Another member added to the family today,'” said Julie McClendon*, a friend in their area.
The fruit of Linda’s life backed up the advice she gave Julie to be unselfish, embrace every relationship and to keep telling “The Story.”
Being unable to speak the local language didn’t inhibit Linda or J.P. They frequented local markets, businesses and homes. In their southern drawl, they bridged the cultural divide through their dependence on God. Someone asked J.P. what language he and Linda spoke. His answer was “love.”
Friends said it was fitting that Linda died on Valentine’s Day. From her eyes that showed how much she cared to the effort she made to befriend local shopkeepers, she embodied love.
“Her idea was not to sit on the front porch,” McClendon said. “I think many in retirement think, ‘Now it’s my time.’ I don’t think it was about that for her. All of her time would be His, to give it to His service. That is how she lived.”
*Name changed for security reasons. Dea Davidson is a writer for the International Mission Board.